I know you like taking cock. Be content with what I give you. Or do you want me to gut you like your former owners?” That seemed to dissolve whateve... protests remained as the girl simply whimpered.“No, Sir, please fuck me. I’ll behave.” Her moans resumed, and his thrusts picked up tempo, though that was barely possible.At the same time, Anaria noticed with interest how Gorlann didn’t seem offended by Scar-Arm’s overly familiar attitude. As leader of a war-band, Gorlann was unlike any man she. I did precisely as Sarah instructed. I spread my knees and clenched my vagina as I watched cautiously to make sure that I was not attracting too much attention from my sons. Sarah then typed, “You know what you are?” “What?” “You are ‘my little cunt’.” I looked at the screen for a moment, not understanding why this stimulated me; then I typed, “Yes, ma’am.’ “Say it,” Sarah commanded. I typed in “I am your little cunt.” and realized that I was growing wetter and wetter. “I want you to cum for. I almost did cometh when Annette came out through the door to the back room!This time, there was no pink and white-striped apron, her usual uniform while at work. She was wearing a one-piece short set -- one of those little starched-shirtwaist outfits that had always given me conniption fits whenever I saw an attractive woman wearing one.They're especially wonderful when the wearer bends over."Wow, you look great!" I said.I just came up with that -- right on the spot. Charles Boyer had nothing. Once classes are over for the day after three this afternoon, we will come by and talk. Neither of us should hear from anyone the rest of the day. Is that clear?”“Yes, Mister Gillis. I just wanted to express how happy we are for your good fortune and to show that we can assist you in handling that money.”“That’s fine.” I replied. “We’ll come by this afternoon. Good bye.” I thumbed the off button.Five minutes later, Karen’s phone rang. “Hello, this is Karen.”It was another call from the bank and.